A Visit to the Strip Club

Jack saw the glow of the neon light before he saw the sign with the outline of the naked girl. "Where are we going?" he asked his girlfriend, who was behind the wheel.

"You'll find out soon enough," she replied with a smile.

She was right. It wasn't long before they got close enough that Jack saw the sign producing the neon light. He saw the outline of the naked girl. He saw the strip club's name emblazoned across the top of the fairly nondescript concrete building. The sign was big enough to be seen from the freeway, though Jack surmised that was the point. They were trying to advertise to the lonely, horny travelers with money to burn.

It wasn't until they pulled into the parking lot that Jack was fairly certain his girlfriend was taking him to a strip club, but even then he had a hard time believing it was true. That's why he stayed glued to his seat even as Harper got out of the car.

"Do you need help with your seatbelt?" she asked playfully.

Jack fumbled with his seatbelt - his hands were shaking - but he managed to get out of the car. His legs didn't seem to want to work, though, as he stood and stared up at the sign.

Harper came around the car, took his hand, and said, "Let's go inside."

"Wait, Harper, what are we doing?" he asked.

"You said you've never been to a strip club," she replied. "So, I'm taking you to a strip club."

She pulled on his arm but Jack remained still. "Is this...I don't know, is this a trap, or something? What kind of girlfriend takes her boyfriend to a strip club?"

"A great girlfriend," Harper replied. "Obviously. Look, Jack, it's cute that you're acting like you're nervous about this, but we both know you're going to enjoy yourself in there. What guy wouldn't enjoy a beautiful girl dancing for him?"

Jack took a few steps towards the club and said, "I don't know about this. I guess I'm a little nervous that you're going to end up angry at me if I enjoy whatever is going to happen in there, but I'm also not sure that a strip club is for me, you know? I mean, it just seems weird, and maybe kind of pathetic. What kind of guy enjoys paying someone to dance for him?"

"You won't be paying someone," Harper said. "I will. The lap dance you get tonight will be on me. Think of it as a gift."

Harper wasn't like most girls he'd dated, so Jack wasn't entirely surprised she'd taken him to a strip club. Still, he couldn't quite get over his sense of nervousness. That didn't stop him from going inside, though.

The club was dark, with the exception of the stage, which was well-lit with multi-colored spotlights that seemed to change depending on the performer. It was fairly crowded inside, too, and there was a wider range of guys than Jack expected. Some were the overweight, pathetic-looking types he expected, but there were plenty of good-looking guys that wouldn't have had any trouble picking up a woman at a bar. Jack wasn't sure why guys like that wanted to be at a strip club, but he didn't give it much though, especially since there was a particularly striking blonde on stage in a pair of thigh high latex boots, a g-string, and nothing else.

"I told you you'd like it," Harper said.

Jack turned to see a smile on his girlfriend's face and he felt a little embarrassed for staring at the girl on stage.

"It's okay to stare, Jack," she added. "That's the whole point. You're supposed to appreciate what these women are doing. You're supposed to get turned on." She leaned a little closer, kissed his neck, and moaned in the way he always found so arousing. It worked like a charm, bringing his cock to a half hard state while he stared at the blonde dancing on stage.

Harper took his hand, led them to the bar, and ordered two strong drinks. They bartender quickly delivered and Harper led Jack to a pair of seats away from the other patrons. They still had a great view of the stage and they were seated close enough that Harper could lean over and kiss his neck and cheeks with ease while Jack watched a steady stream of beautiful women in exceedingly skimpy outfits come on stage.

"You're enjoying yourself, aren't you?" Harper asked after a particularly agile brunette ended her show.

"Is that okay?" Jack replied.

Harper reached over, put a hand on his knee, and smiled. "Jack, baby, I promise, I didn't take you here to fuck with you. I took you here because every man should go to a strip club once in his life, and because I was certain you'd enjoy yourself. I like that I was right about that. I like that you've been turned on from the moment we walked in here. I like that your cock has been half hard the entire time, that you can't keep your eyes off the stage and the beautiful women dancing up there."

The remainder of Jack's anxiousness washed away as his girlfriend leaned over and gave him a soft kiss on the lips. He could taste the alcohol on her breath and he felt the beautiful haze of a good buzz that came from the exceptionally strong drinks they'd both been enjoying.

The DJ announced the next performer - Brandy, he called her - and Harper turned her attention to the stage. Jack's gaze followed and he was greeted with the sight of a leggy redhead in a bra, panties, stockings, garter belt, and four inch heels. She strutted towards the pole with a smile on her face, bent over at the waist to flip her luminous red hair forward, and then whipped it back before a hair metal song came over the sound system, beginning her routine.

"I wouldn't have guessed you have a thing for redheads," Harper said after a few minutes of the stripper's routine.

"I...I don't know about...I'm not sure I have a thing," Jack replied, though he didn't take his eyes off of Brandy.

Harper chuckled softly, leaned over, and ran her hand up Jack's thigh and between his legs. She grasped his cock - which was hard - and moaned softly. "Yes, you do," she said. "Which is why I'm going to get you a lap dance from this particular redhead."

After the redhead's routine ended, Harper raised her hand to call the stripper over.

"Would one of you would like a dance?" Brandy asked as Jack tried his best not to stare at her breasts, which remained free of her bra.

"My boyfriend couldn't help but admire your beauty and talent," Harper said. "And I'd like to treat him to a lap dance. It's his first time, though, so be gentle."

Brandy stepped in front of Jack, bent over, put her hands on his knees, and smiled. "Is it really your first time in a strip club?" she asked softly.

Jack nodded.

Brandy glanced between his legs, looked up, and said, "You really did enjoy my dance, didn't you?"

Jack's voice wavered as he said, "Yes, very much so."

She leaned closer and for a moment Jack thought she might kiss him. That was delusional, of course - stripper's didn't kiss the guys they were dancing for - but Jack's brain couldn't help but go there. "I can touch you, but you can't touch me, okay?" she said, making clear the rules of the lap dance.

Jack nodded and Brandy stood up, whipped her long red hair back, and slowly moved her hips from side to side as she ran her hands up her torso and over her breasts, which looked impossibly perky but also appeared to be real, at least based on how Brandy was able to grasp them tightly in her hands. All Jack wanted was to be able to touch them, but he was going to follow the rules.

Brandy ran her hands down her body and between her legs. She pressed her fingers against her panties, rolled her head towards the ceiling, and moaned like she found it intensely pleasurable to even tease her pussy.

"She's good, isn't she?" Harper asked as she leaned closer to Jack.

"She's exceptional," he replied.

Brandy spun around and bent over. She put her hands on her knees and Jack had a perfect, close up view of her ass. He felt the urge to reach out and touch it, but he kept his hands at his sides as Brandy stood up once more. She looked over her shoulder while dancing, smiled, and then stepped back and sat in Jack's lap.

He groaned the instant her ass touched his crotch. He was hard as a rock in his pants and Brandy moved her hips in just the right way to stimulate him. He suddenly understood why guys liked going to strip clubs. She was dry humping him and doing it with his girlfriend sitting right next to him. It was damn near like he was fucking someone else and doing it without having to feel like he was cheating.

"Do you like that, baby?" Brandy asked.

"Yes," Jack said as he gripped the edges of his seat to ensure that his hands stayed where they needed to stay and didn't roam towards Brandy's spectacularly tight, athletic body.

Brandy turned to Harper and asked, "Your man sure is excited."

"I know," Harper replied. "He gets excited easily. A kiss will do it. A little bit of stroking over his pants. Sometimes, even a dirty look will get him excited."

Jack smiled. Harper was right about that. He'd always been easy to excite.

"That must be nice," Brandy said softly as she moved her ass a little faster, dry humping Jack with such skill that he couldn't help but close his eyes and moan.

"It usually is," Harper replied. "Though I do wish he didn't cum so quickly."

Jack's eyes shot open and he looked at his girlfriend. She wore a decidedly naughty smile on her face, as if she'd thoroughly enjoyed sharing the fact that there were times when he had trouble holding his load.

Brandy leaned back, reached her arm up and snaked her hand around the back of Jack's head, and asked, "Are you a minute man, baby? Does that dick of yours get too excited when your beautiful girlfriend lets you inside her?"

Jack wasn't sure what to say. He was hugely turned on, and yet it seemed that Harper had chosen a very strange time to offer up a complaint about their relationship.

"It looks like he's feeling a little shy," Harper said. "Or maybe he's just too turned on to talk. Maybe, in fact, he's worried about being a minute man right now. Maybe he's trying his best not to cum in his pants while you grind in his lap."

Brandy put her hands on Jack's knees and slowed the movements of her ass. It wasn't any less pleasurable, though. Jack's cock still throbbed painfully and though he hadn't considered it, Harper was right that there was a distinct possibility that he'd cum.

"You know, your man's dick doesn't feel very big," Brandy said.

Jack groaned. Part of him wanted to push the stripper off his lap - it felt like things were taking a weird turn - but part of him was so turned on that he couldn't possibly stop what was unfolding in the strip club.

Harper chuckled. "Oh, no, he's definitely not big. In fact, he's small compared to some of the guys I've dated. He's really small compared to the biggest guys I've ever been with."

Brandy turned her head until her lips were inches from Jack's neck. He could feel the warmth of her breath against his skin as she ground her body against his. "So you've got a little dick and you cum too quick," she said softly. "It doesn't sound like you're much of a man."

Jack moaned. He didn't want to. It was embarrassing to moan in that moment, and yet he couldn't stop it. It just rushed out of him, as if he found it all so pleasurable that he couldn't help himself.

"He's certainly not much of a man in those ways," Harper replied. "He's a good boyfriend - a great boyfriend, even - but sometimes I can't help but fantasize about getting fucked by a guy with a nice big cock that can last exactly as long as I need him to last."

"What?" Jack asked as he looked at his girlfriend.

"You can't blame her, can you?" Brandy asked. "Even if she's happy in your relationship, you can't blame a girl for wanting to get fucked by a guy with a nice big dick that can stretch out her tight little pussy, can you?"

Jack didn't have an answer, mostly because he couldn't compel his mouth to form a single word.

"I think he's going to cum in his pants," Harper said. "I think my little-dicked boyfriend is going to cum in his pants while you grind in his lap."

Brandy's lips found Jack's neck for a moment before she whispered, "You can touch me. You can take my tits in your hands. You can play with them. You're not a threat. You're just a little-dicked bitch boy whose girlfriend is going to cheat on him to satisfy her desire for a nice big dick in her tight little cunt."

Jack took Brandy's breasts in his hands as she worked his lap with her ass. He played with the perfect, perky, all natural flesh. She moaned and kissed his neck again. His heart pounded as what she'd said replayed over and over in his mind. He knew he should have been upset, or annoyed, or even outraged. He was turned on, though.

"Cum in your pants, Jack," Harper said softly. "Play with those big, soft tits and cum in your pants, just like the little dicked bitch boy you are."

Jack came in his pants. He suppressed the wild grunts and groans that seemed so eager to depart his mouth, but he came hard and it felt spectacular. Brandy slowed her hips and settled into his lap.

"Was that good, baby?" Brandy asked.

"Yes," Jack answered.

She stood up and Harper pulled a wad of cash from her purse and handed it to the beautiful redheaded stripper. "Thank you for that," she said.

"Anytime," Brandy replied as she stuffed the money into her g-string.

Brandy walked away and Harper turned to Jack, took his hand in hers, and asked, "So, did you enjoy your first visit to a strip club?"

Jack nodded. His mind was racing with all manner of thoughts, but there was only one answer to her question. "Yes, I did."